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In the Path of 
the Persian 

by 
Stephen Magister 

Second Edition 




SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 

S. C. HOUGHTON 
1908 



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Copyright, 1908, by S. C. Houghton. 



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IN THE PATH OF THE PERSIAN 

Seek not Elysium in far-off skies; 
Before thine eyes the realm felicious lies. 
Serve gentle Love^ lavish-requiting Love, 
And here and now create a Paradise. 



LIFE 

From the ethereal Spirit of Control 
Doth Life appropriate its meed of Soul, 

Useth but not consumeth, rendering hack 
To the eternal, all-pervading Whole. 

The Spirit of Control is Fate, God, All, 
Thy prisoner, thy master and thy thrall. 

Invoke, command, direct, for good or ill. 
And what thy will compelleth shall befall. 



LIFE 



I 



No eye hath pierced the secret of THE CAUSE, 
None scanned the mystic scroll of primal laws. 

Master and pupil, saint, philosopher, 
At templed Truth's unyielding portal pause. 

II 

What is is Matter. Motion molds its face. 
Life pervades matter through the vast of Space. 

If Ether be the ultimate 'tis All ; 
If a composite, then its subtile base. 

Ill 

Forms change. The mineral of yesterday 
Was parent to the flower that cheers thy way, 
And from its dust zoons*shall spring. Forms 
change 
But Life endures. Life knoweth not decay. 

IV 

All Nature feels. In earth and sea and air 
Sentient, conscious life is everywhere. 

Behold Mimosa shrink beneath thy touch, 
The lustrous pearl respond to tender care. 



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V 

Like man and mollusk, moss and spreading bay, 
Crystal, gem, granite, metal live their day. 

As flows or flies the vital force they know 
Inception, growth, vigor, wane, death, decay. 



VI 

Life's lowly types preserve a stolid peace, 
But with complexities of form increase 

Complexities of danger, pain and grief, 
Till Travail reigns throughout the lotted lease. 

VII 

Man bends and groans 'neath Care's oppressive 

sway. 
Fear, Longing, Dole and Conscience blight his 

day. 
Reason, at once his glory and his curse. 
Alluring him from Nature's ways astray. 

VIII 

Life knows no unborn Future, no dead Past, 
For growth and gain, for work and feast and fast. 

For all the uses of Eternity, 
To-day is thine. Employ it as thy last. 



Life 



IX 

Ask me not how thou best mayst spend thy day, 
My weal may be thy woe. I may not say 

Wisdom doth prompt my head, my heart, my 
feet ; 
Not mine to guide or chide another's way. 



Round out thy Ufe each day. To the Hope-fond 
The era of Content hath never dawned. 

Doth Toil or Fortune gain a longed-for goal, 
How fair soe'er a fairer lies beyond. 

XI 

Though rough the way beneath thy bruised feet, 
The day, the lark, the rose thy coming greet. 
Though rank and tangled weeds o'ertop the 
blooms 
The sapient bee still gleans a harvest sweet. 

XII 

Goodly and noxious fruits Earth's gardens bear, 
Tis thine to cull the baneful or the fair. 

Gazing into the mirror of the World 
Thou dost behold thyself reflected there. 



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XIII 

Contemning Pleasure, which I counted naught, 
With earnest prayer and ceaseless toil and thought 
I sought THE GOOD, and find in palsied age 
Contemned Pleasure the fair prize I sought. 



XIV 

Pleasure is Lord, omnipotent its sway, 
All men their hearts on its low altar lay. 

Saint, sage, drudge, gleaner, roister, sybarite, 
Each seeks its solace in his chosen way. 



XV 

These mayst thou be in turn, yet none of these 
The Spirit's ceaseless longing can appease. 
Their paths abandoned garnered fruits may 
cheer — 
A book, a friend, clear wine, sweet love, soft ease. 

XVI 

The Voice mellifluous thy heart entice, 
The quest of Pleasure for thy aim suffice, 

But see thou pay not largely for thy joy. 
A sore regret is far too great a price. 



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XVII 

Pleasure is sweet and sweet its memories. 
To drain Joy's chalice to the nauseous lees, 

To quaff delights that yield enduring griefs, 
These are not pleasures but debaucheries. 

XVIII 

In lean and lief Content thy soul possess, 
Or, if thou wouldst that bounteous Bliss may 
bless. 
Share thy friend's joy, or, better, give him joy ; 
His keen delight shall be thy happiness. 

XIX 

Him thou wouldst hold thy friend test well and 

long. 
See he be clean, congenial, loyal, strong, 

Mark well his vices, follies, foibles, flaws, 
For once enshrined thy friend can do no wrong. 



XX 

Of moral forces potentest and best. 

The lofty soul's supreme and crucial test. 

Friendship is stay and solace of the gods. 
Who hath a friend is rarely, grandly blest. 



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XXI 

The scheming knave whose vice is known to thee, 
The friend who claims thy bounty large and free, 
Thy fellow who hath done thee wanton wrong, 
In each of these behold an enemy. 

XXII 

Maintain thy stature in men's eyes. If driven 
On Fortune's breakers hope not to be shriven. 

Crimes, vices, follies, these may be condoned. 
Misfortune only may not be forgiven. 

XXIII 

Extremes of fortune are true manhood's test. 
And he is worthiest who bears them best. 

Grievous the trial of afflicted Need, 
More crucial his by fruitless wealth oppressed. 

XXIV 

Be not too righteous, be not over-wise ; 
The light alloy of folly learn to prize. 

Nature no flawless thing from clay doth mold, 
And Nature's handiwork mayst thou despise? 



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XXV 

Sustaining food may bring thee to Death's door, 
And deadly bane thy palsied powers restore; 

Yet shalt thou eat, and of the bane be purged. 
But dire excess thou learnest to deplore. 

XXVI 

Excess, fell foe to Virtue's peace sublime ! 
Religious zeal exults in gore and slime, 
Ecstatic Honor, Duty, Justice, Truth, 
Spur their mad votaries down the deeps of crime. 

XXVII 

Bleak isolation Glory's grim reward. 

While on the sheltered hillock's blooming sward 

Smiles the blest home of Mediocrity. 
Deny me grandeur, leave me lowly. Lord! 

XXVIII 

Wisdom toils not for unrequired increase, 
But seeks serene Content and Care's release. 
She dwells with genial Love. Her ways are 
ways 
Of pleasantness and all her paths arc peace. 



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XXIX 

Doth smiling Fortune to thy care accord 
Rich store, make Gold thy slave and not thy lord, 
Though in thy fields unbid regrets spring 
forth, 
Ignoble Shame should reap no meet reward. 

XXX 

Thou who without surcease hast sought the strife 
Of joyless years with toil and turmoil rife, 
Though thy vaults burst with garnered treasure 
thou 
Hast never learned the living truth of life. 

XXXI 

Why bind thyself to Care and Grief a slave 
In hope a white or yellow hoard to save ? 

Make merry with thy friends, for in thy room 
Thy foes shall feast when thou art in thy grave. 

XXXII 

If thou art wise regard thyself and say, 
*' What have I brought ? What shall I take away ?" 
With power thou gleanest love or hate or scorn, 
And bless or blight thou shalt but live thy day. 



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XXXIII 

With wealth grows lust of wealth, with power of 

power, 
The thirst of Fame intenseth hour by hour, 

Insatiate Ambition's depthless maw 
Unchecked would Earth and Heaven and Hell 

devour. 

XXXIV 

Wealth is a servile demon, at thy nod 
To blight, dismay, debase, oppress, defraud, 
A god, to lift and light and cheer and bless. 
Hast thou enslaved a demon or a god? 

XXXV 

Stolid Unworth and Ignorance possess 
Gold store they can not coin to happiness. 

Behold the hoards of sordid knaves and slaves 
That might alleviate a world's distress ! 

XXXVI 

The cage, whose dim eyes beam with light di- 
vine, 
Whom helpless Age and Infancy combine 

To bless, his heart's delight to serve his kind, 
Doth pledge his turban for a stoup of wine. 



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XXXVII 

Yet may the outcast, scorned and tavern-stained, 
Enthrone fair Peace where gaunt Despair hath 

reigned ; 
And he who hath enslaved a kingly heart 
More than a kingdom's weightless wealth hath 

gained. 

XXXVIII 

Wouldst thou o'ertop the conqueror in his pride. 
Choose Honor for preceptor, friend and guide. 
And men shall call thee blessM, and sweet 
Peace 
Illume and cheer thy soul whate'er betide. 

XXXIX 

Peace is Earth's rarest gem, Heaven's fairest 

flower. 
Yet in mad quest of wealth and fame and power 

Men barter treasure and delights supreme 
For fevered joys that cloy within an hour. 

XL 

Whate'er betide Peace in thy breast may dwell. 
Fate sounds no discord though it sound thy knell. 

Whate'er betide thou art in Allah's hand ; 
Trust thou in Him, he doeth all things well. 



THE MONARCH 

Even-handed Fate 
Hath but one laav for small and great. 

Horace, Book HI, Ode 



THE MONARCH 



I 



All-potent Sovereign, though thy gracious sway 
The world confess, thy will all men obey. 

Thou sharest my delights, my hopes, my woes, 
My helpless ignorance, my fleeting day. 

n 

The Hand that fashioned thee and strewed thy 

way 
With perfumed blossoms formeth day by day 

A myriad creatures, feeble, foul, forlorn. 
Because more blest art thou more loved than they ? 



Ill 

Thy passion doth thy kindredship declare : 
Wiles of the fox, stealth of the timid hare, 
The lion's courage, meekness of the dove, 
The tiger's rage, the hunger of the bear. 



IV 

Thou shalt not pass nor stretch thy destined 

bound. 
Thou canst know naught nor rise above the 

ground. 
Yet art thou free to will and move and cat ; 
So is the tethered ox, within his round. 



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V 

Desire, ambition, virtues, talents, all 

Have free and even scope from wall to wall. 

Within the close 'tis thine to be and do; 
Without, beyond, thou shalt not rise nor fall. 



VI 

Though all thy years thou art the first of men. 
Peerless and glorious, Jamshid come again. 
Though stretched the tenure of thy godlike 
power 
Beyond the years of patriarchs, what then ? 

VII 

No shield may ward the thrust of Fate's fell spear. 
Gold, glory, honors, these nor check nor cheer. 

Let Justice guide thy steps, and thy calm soul 
May face the stroke without remorse or fear. 

VIII 

To-morrow shalt thou meet the common doom. 
Emblazoned bricks shall close thy narrow room. 

Then to the kiln thy dust shall others take 
And fashion bricks to mark another tomb. 



CREED 

Which of these ancient sages shall be guide: 
He who, forsaking prejudice and pride, 

Hath delved for Truth, or he who doth accept 
Another's wisdom and knows naught beside f 



CREED 



From heathen shrines, from Mosque, from 

Church arise 
The fear of Hell, the hope of Paradise, 

Grave sages, freed from Superstition's thrall, 
Base fears and baseless hopes alike despise. 

II 

Builders of creeds, Fear's slaves, Hope's votaries, 
Lore of a Life Beyond we owe to these, 

Unmailed with proof, with Faith's frail reed 
arrayed 
'Gainst Nature's myriad stern analogies. 

Ill 

Zealots and dying saints with ardor fired 
Have joyed in visions of a realm desired. 

Sikli, Moslem, Christian, Gaiour, Idolater, 
Each views the Heaven that his faith inspired. 

IV 

Creed's huge, grim structure, based on slavish 

fears. 
Reared by Power's lust, begrimed with blood and 

tears. 
Lighted but by a feeble ray of hope, 
Hath cast its blighting shadow down the years. 



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By sin alone doth Creed maintain its power; 
Stript of its bane 'twould perish in an hour, 
While priest-led souls stand awed by priest- 
made sin, 
So long shall Holy Church faint hearts deflower. 



VI 

Self-hailed placators of a vengeful God, 
These rule with Superstition's serpent rod. 

Know, the All- Wise hath formed us to His will. 
Ordained our steps, and laid the paths we trod. 



vn 

Ask and thou shalt receive, O fainting soul, 
Love, justice, mercy, hope: attest the Scroll. 

Creeds know not justice, love account a curse. 
And hope and mercy for a stipend dole. 

vni 

Imam, thy scorn and threats shall never move 
Nor prayers persuade me to thy narrow groove. 

"Dog of an unbeliever !" — nay, not so ; 
I do not disbelieve, I seek to prove. 



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IX 

Belicv'st thou Allah just, and dost thou dare 
Dispense indulgence, put a price on prayer, 
Promise forgiveness to relentless Crime, 
And damn meek Love to torture and despair? 



In bloat and mien a Sybarite, on me 
Thou railest wrath, reproach and calumny, 

Exacting tribute, penance, sacrifice. 
Is there no day of reckoning for thee ? 



XI 

Void of experience, thou wouldst rule and guide. 
Emotionless, my bliss thou dost deride, 

Daring to sit in judgment and condemn, 
Thou who wast never tempted, torn and tried. 



XII 

A score of creeds point each an only way 
From which 'tis death for erring souls to stray. 

Show me that this thou blindly dost accept 
Is the true path for which I yearn and pray. 



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XIII 

How judge thy fellow? A frail bubble he, 
Borne on the varying winds of Destiny. 

By Nature framed, Environment hath shaped 
The fair or hideous creature that we see. 



XIV 

Nature, Environment : these, these alone 

Make man, and none may frame or shape his own. 

Allah is just and merciful, and for 
The deeds He sanctions man shall not atone. 

XV 

For so doth Nature in Condition's school 
Develop forces that inspire and rule 

Each impulse, motive, act, emotion, thought, 
Alike of saint, degenerate, sage and fool. 

XVI 

Design directeth all things, small and great. 
The Law that poised the stars hath fixed thy state, 
And they and thou a measured course shall run. 
Nor wall nor will nor wail can cozen Fate. 



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XVII 



The Architect His pillars' forms hath traced, 
Rounded and polished those and these defaced ; 
These for the tavern's cellar-posts are laid, 
And those the temple's portico have graced. 

XVIII 

The parent, though the graceless child transgress 
God's law and man's, still pitieth his distress. 

Allah is merciful. He who hath made 
And shaped and suffered all, shall He do less ? 

XIX 

Allah is merciful, and wilt thou say 
His love and pity cling but for a day? 

The healing fountain freely flows for thee, 
Why not for those who wander far astray ? 

XX 

The body's appetites determine now 

Thy way, thy thought, the brand upon thy brow. 

These and thy spirit war. The spirit freed, 
The body turned to dust, where then art thou ? 



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XXI 

Nor soul nor body hath complete control ; 
Spirit, will, appetite make up the whole. 

When the Transformer strikes if aught survive 
It is not thou but thine enfranchised soul. 



• XXII 

Thou hast been three : Aspiring, eager, free ; 
Creature of boundless greed and energy ; 
Insatiate delver in unfathomed deeps. 
If thou survive which art thou of these three? 



XXIII 

Youth, virile moiler, seer, wilt thou be all? 
Then art thou yet another, whom the thrall 

Of changeless, unemployed eternity 
In the Word's Paradise may well appal ! 

XXIV 

Why with vain quests and queries rack the soul ? 
Little we learn, and naught can we control. 
Kind words, kind acts, clean pleasures and clean 
thoughts 
May lead at length to Peace, the spirit's goal. 



Creed 29 



XXV 



Let not the promise nor the hope of gain 
Nor threat nor dread of everlasting pain 
Impel or sway thee. Be thy lofty aim 
The height of self-approval to attain. 

XXVI 

They nature's law above all creeds enthrone, 
And make Earth's joy and bliss divine thine own. 

Beyond, above the Kaaba, lay thy soul 
Upon the holier shrine of Love alone. 

XXVII 

Despise the gospel of Restraint and Pain, 
Of present sacrifice for future gain. 

Hundreds of cruel creeds have had their day, 
But Love and Peace forevermore remain. 



XXVIII 

Bend not supine to Creed's nor Custom's might ; 
Rule, act, example scan by Reason's light. 

Prove all things, hold fast that thou findest 
good. 
That which to thee is good to thee is right. 



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XXIX 

Love thyself first. If thy stern soul applaud 
Thy every act and thought, if prize nor rod 

Nor love nor hate thy constant will can swerve, 
Thou hast attained the stature of a god. 



XXX 

Serve thyself last. Thy every thought and deed 
Fraught with the burden of thy brother's need. 
His weal, his happiness, shall win for thee 
A world of wealth beyond the grasp of greed. 

XXXI 

He who the helpless guileless hath oppressed 
Shall stand accursed. He who doth ampliest 

Augment the scanty store of mundane joys. 
Of Allah's saints is worthiest and best. 

XXXII 

God's law is love. Prelate and potentate 
For lease of power and peace and weal of state 

Have fashioned laws and crimes and penalties 
His wise beneficence ne'er did create. 



Creed 31 



XXXIII 

God's law we love. The statutes of the land 
Guarding oui safety loyalty command. 

But priestly rules and rule we may despise, 
Nor shun the innocuous deed that Creed hath 
banned. 

XXXIV 

Where thou art God is. He is all of thee, 
Thou part of Him, and the clear eye can see, 
The clean heart feel, the Presence and the 
Power. 
Why shouldst thou fear or fret at Destiny ? 

XXXV 

Thy ways are God's ways. Motives and desires 
His wisdom generates. His love inspires. 

What God ordaineth call not thou unclean, 
But bid not License feed the sacred fires. 

XXXVI 

Good, evil, pure, immoral, all these would 
Oft prove unfitting terms if understood. 

I know no wrong save that which worketh ill, 
No right that beareth not substantial good. 



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XXXVII 

Faith — priestly writ, hereditary dower, 
Unreasoned lore of plastic childhood's hour, 

Changing with climes and times, thy holy shrine 
And sacred symbols scandal to the Gaiour. 

XXXVIII 

Thou say'st, ''My creed renounced what is my 

gain?" 
MANHOOD ! Freedom through Reason's vast 

domain 
To range, freedom to seek for Truth and 

Peace 
Unchecked by Superstition's servile chain. 

XXXIX 

Thy deeds are living truths, thy faith a guess. 
Thy deeds and not thy faith may blight or bless. 

Weighed by thyself, thy fellow or thy God, 
Deeds prove thy worth, and deeds thy worth- 
lessness. 

XL 

Though men esteem thee holy, mad or wise, 
Thyself thyself shalt honor or despise. 

By deeds and speech they know thee, but thy 
thoughts 
Mold a soul-image hidden from their eyes. 



Creed 33 



XLI 



And through this thought-shaped guide and 

judge — thy soul, 
Essence divine — thy fate thou shalt control. 

Condemn thyself and Allah doth condemn, 
Forgive, redeeming Faith shall make thee whole. 

XLII 

Through the harsh din of the discordant creeds 
Ring clear the two sweet notes my spirit heeds. 
Islam, sin, wrath, Hell, Paradise — vain words ! 
My faith clings but to love and gentle deeds. 

XLIII 

I know one Lord, to Love I bend the knee ; 
One master virtue, pure sincerity ; 

One good^ one goal, soul-satisfying peace. 
Love, Peace, Sincerity, abide with me! 



THE SYBARITE 

Mattj the frail creature of a dreary day, 
Molded zvith tears from Sorrow's somber clay, 
Plods, eats, frets, drowses, dreams his lotted 
round. 
Then lays him down to sleep the years away. 



THE SYBARITE 



In the beginning God did all ordain. 
His pen recordeth not thy loss or gain. 

He set on Fate its necessary seal, 
And all thy striving, all thy care, are vain. 

II 

Sorrow and strife, with joys of meager worth, 
These our endowment on this hollow earth. 
Happy the man who swiftly may depart. 
He doubly blest who perished at his birth. 

Ill 

Of what avail our travail and our art ? 
These bring no solace to the hungering heart. 

Wearied and wounded, spiritless, we sigh, 
'* Too late we came, too soon we must depart." 

IV 

Whence are we haled to this demesne of woe? 
How shall the spirit learn to know or grow? 
Whither may dumb Death's trackless footsteps 
tend? 
Why are we come, why do we stay, why f^o ? 



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Whence, how, why, whither — never saint nor sage 
By prayer or rare research from age to age 

Hath solved one mystery or gained one clue. 
Nor shall the futile quest my hour engage. 



VI 

Imam austere, prating of wrath divine, 
More steeped in bigotry than I in wine. 

Thou bidst me shun the cup. Rather shall I 
Renounce the Heaven that waits for thee and 
thine. 



VII 

Why should I of my drinking make an end ? 
And shall I fail in loyalty ? Heaven f orf end ! 
When the bowl brims with ruby juice I see 
The cheering face of a familiar friend. 

VIII 

Why ban the pleasures Nature bids me crave? 
Why brand me to debasing joys a slave? 

Why free God's other creatures and bid man 
Restrain his instincts till he fill his grave ? 



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IX 

Thou lurest to a Heaven of endless days 
With houris, wine and songs of love and praise. 
List! With Love's notes the flagon's gurgle 
blends 1 
This hour a thousand future joys outweighs. 



Ease, wine, love, melody my hours employ, 
And these the joys of Heaven, without alloy. 
Why then, thou carping priest, thy stern 
reproach ? 
May earthly sin be pure celestial joy? 



XI 

Makest thou vice my virtue's recompense. 
Indulgence the reward of abstinence, 

Exalting, when all sense of joy is dead. 
The outlawed and forbidden joys of sense? 

XII 

The fairest gifts He giveth me to know 
May gracious Allah evermore bestow 

Whilst I am I, so soft and dull Content 
May still attend where'er I stay or go. 



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XIII 

Shameless and shunned, in warning priests' 

despite, 
Wine, Love and Song console my day and night ; 

Yet never did I grieve a joyous heart, 
Nor mar another's moment of delight. 

XIV 

I have profaned each ordinance of Creed, 
But Malice ne'er inspired my willing deed. 
Thou say'st my sins have damned me: how 
then had 
I wronged my fellow, or ignored his need? 



XV 

Vain the pursuit of shadows, without endl 
Seek thy congenial and convivial friend 

And in the grimy tavern's farthest nook 
Your hopes, your sorrows and your follies blend. 



XVI 

Put yearning by and take the cup in hand ; 
Pursue not that thou ne'er shalt understand. 

Drink, and be kindly. Quaff pellucid Peace. 
With sated soul what boots the Creed's command ? 



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XVII 

Wine leaves the meanest soul serene and kind, 
Tolerant, forgiving, generous, resigned. 
Had Satan tasted wine it had assuaged 
And swayed to love his vengeful, scheming mind. 

XVIII 

He who in holiness hath steeped his soul, 

He who hath drowned remembrance in the bowl. 

These only wise, in fulness of content, 
Are freed from gnawing Sorrow's harsh control. 

XIX 

The Koran in that hand, the cup in this, 
Enjoy the present, grasp the promised bliss. 

Be just and generous, guileless and devout, 
But turn not from the cup's nor Love's sweet kiss. 



XX 

The Holy Word we venerate indeed 

And read betimes, with little heart or heed, 

While round the lip of the enchanted cup 
Runs a fair verse we ever love to read. 



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XXI 

A minim in the Master's vast design, 

He from all time foresaw me steeped in wine. 

May I then make His prescience ignorance, 
Or may I thwart foreordinance divine? 



XXII 

My hardens and my agonies He knows, 
Nor stays nor suages these nor lightens those. 
Say'st thou He marks my fault and not my 

need, 
Condemns my pleasures while He mocks my 

woes? 

XXIII 

Wayworn and woe-worn in the bootless race, 
Long time I sought a moment's halting-place. 

Now in the tavern have I found surcease, 
But ah, the cost! My peace is my disgrace. 

XXIV 

Disheartened, by my nothingness oppressed. 
Fain would I seek for refuge and find rest. 

Aweary of my goalless way of life. 
The imam's frock shall hide my aching breast. 



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XXV 

My ways I shall amend and favor win. 

Why do I soak with wine and reek with sin? 

This ruby poison that benumbs my brain 
Soothes but to wake Despondency within. 

XXVI 

I break my cup and with intent sincere 
Haste to the fount of Knowledge, deep and clear. 
Alas ! Each deeper draught more bitter proves, 
And brings me naught of nourishment or cheer. 

XXVII 

Back to the tavern's open door I creep. 

My sighs are hushed, mine eyes forget to weep. 

Resigned I bow my weary head and seek 
The calm profound of dreamless, drunken sleep. 

XXVIII 

No more Repentance glooms the lengthened 

hours, 
No more grim Penance sweet Content devours. 

The red rose blooms and Sense is Lord of All, 
And Love's joys bud and blossom with the 

flowers. 



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XXIX 

Yet thus to ease the tired and trouble-tossed 
And hunger-haunted heart how vast the cost 

For each brief hour of dull oblivion gained 
A meed of priceless pride of manhood lost. 

XXX 

Carnal delights, how swift ye pall and cloy 1 
A touch, a taste, joy is no longer joy. 
Elixir of Love, Happiness and Peace, 
Thou dost love, happiness and peace destroy. 

XXXI 

Since Allah's mercy is vouchsafed to me 
I have no fear for mine iniquity. 

He is All-Goodness, and His clemency 
Shall cleanse my heart and set my spirit free. 

XXXII 

Clearer to him the soul-wail of the least 
Than prayer of interceding saint or priest. 
All times are fit, all places shrines, to Him 
Who weighs our merit do we fast or feast. 



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XXXIII 

The tavern is a temple, Lord, to me; 
Above my cups my spirit soars toward Thee ; 
The thronged mosque knows me not: this 
though my soul 
Find endless ease or ceaseless agony. 

XXXIV 

Lord, have mercy on my graceless goal, 
Have mercy on my sorrow-laden soul, 

Have mercy on my tavern-turning foot. 
And on my hand that clutches at the bowl. 

XXXV 

Lord, in the path of Right direct my feet, 

Or make that right which I have found so sweet. 

Give me to-day my pleasure, and inflict 
To-morrow what Thy mercy may deem meet. 

XXXVI 

Lord of my deepmost secrets. Thou dost know 

1 love Thee with a love that passeth show, 

Submissive to Thy will, and grateful most 
For this soul-soothing juice Thou dost bestow. 



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XXXVII 

Omniscient All-Giver, in Thy hand 

I rest, and fain would heed T?hy high command. 

If through the flagon's lure I go astray, 
O give me faith to see, and strength to withstand. 



THE SYBARITE TO THE ASCETIC 

The worship most acceptable to the gods is that 
luhich corn^s from cheerful hearts, 

— Plutarch (Fabius). 



THE SYBARITE TO THE ASCETIC 

I 

O saki, come, two brimming measures pour. 

Drink, woe-struck stranger, and thy peace re- 
store ; 
Clear wine shall drown thy griefs. Thou wilt 
not drink? 

Go, then, eat stones, if that content thee more. 



II 

Thou blind ascetic, who dost joy resign. 
Why shouldst thou seek or sigh for bliss divine? 
Barren and starved, thy shrunk and withered 
heart 
Knows not the wine of Love nor love of wine. 

Ill 

The fair vine grapes, the thistle thistles bears, 
The mole a mole, the lion liqns rears. 
Lofty or lowly thou shalt be but man 
For all thy yearning, travail, tears and prayers. 

IV 

Why clutch thy somber robe and shrink from me ? 
Wisdom my wassail-bowl may teach to thee, 

For lo, a king's head and a beggar's feet 
Unite and drink in loving amity. 

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V 

Thou hailest Allah kind and good. How so 
If He delight thy unearned griefs to know ? 

What merit in thy calm contempt of Death 
Since Death to thee brings ease of pain and woe ? 



VI 

Railing at frailties, yet to virtues blind, 
No good, no peace, no comfort dost thou find. 
Alms-nurtured wretch, how shalt thou deem 
thyself 
A blessing to thyself or to mankind ? 



VII 

The lily and the cypress men delight 

To honor, for the ten tongues of the white 

And fragrant flower upbraid not, and the tree 
Hath scores of hands that neither beg nor smite. 

VIII 

Scorn not the joy the brimming beaker brings 
As 'neath the plane-tree's shade my loved one 
sings ; 
Leave me in peace. I mar not thy content 
With the priest's promise of no better things. 



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IX 

Allah rules all. Thou wastest ; I am nursed 

In plenty, cloyed my needs and suaged my thirst, 

Serene my spirit, fair my hope, as thine. 
How count thy wan self blest and me accurst ? 



X 

Self -immolating pilgrim, go thy way ! 
I heed the Voice that thou wilt not obey. 

Allah inspires our hearts to love and joy; 
I do His will, 'tis thou who goest astray. 



GOD 

To gain Thine ear, Lord of Eternityy 
Sincere and centered must the spirit he. 

Postures and forms are vain; Thou dost regard 
The humble heart and not the humbled knee. 



GOD 



I 



Lord, Thou art gracious, merciful and just. 
Groping in darkness, creature of the dust, 

How may I win Thy smile, requite Thy care? 
In love and loving deeds I place my trust. 



II 

Faith, duty, principles of good and right. 
My thought dwells not on these, but day and 
night 
Counting to bless and serve my own I seek 
My heart's content, and favor in Thy sight. 



Ill 

A little garden Thou allottest me, 

Its fruits and blooms my tender care shall be. 

Without no growth I scorn, but, where I may 
Upraise a flower or plant a wayside tree. 



IV 

My service adds no glory to Thy state, 
No sin of mine Thy grandeur can abate. 
Thou know'st me frail. Great Master, and 
know 
Though swift to pardon Thou dost punish late. 

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V 

A hundred years Thy grace hath followed me. 
A hundred more of sin I fain would see, 
To measure if the sum of all my faults 
Or Thy abounding mercy greater be. 



VI 

Tis I who scorn the imam's holy rod, 
I who forsake the paths my fathers trod, 

'Tis I who from the tavern hurl the plaint 
Of my seared heart against Thine ear, O God ! 



VII 

Of clay and water Thou hast molded me. 
Will, reason, passions, these I owe to Thee, 

The seed Thou didst implant hath yielded due 
And destined harvest. How, then, am I free ? 



VIII 

I am a rebel slave : where is Thy will ? 
Where Thy control, Thy light, since I do ill ? 
Where is Thy mercy if Thou dost but pay 
A debt, and Heaven with the sinless fill ? 



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IX 



Thou makest man to sin — who sinneth not? 
Theic Hves no man whose soul bears not a blot. 

If, then, my ill Thou punishest with ill, 
May mine be cursed and Thy ill without spot? 



Till man knew good and ill his heart had peace. 
'Tis true, one shameful path to woe's release 

Wf^ know. Lord, hear my prayer: Inebriate 
Me vvith Thy saving grace and give surcease. 



XI 

Along a way no other soul hath gone 
Doth my worn spirit grope and struggle on, 

Ever within Thy guidance or control, 
To closing nightfall or unfolding dawn. 



XII 

Goodness Divine, we rest our souls on Thee, 
Who canst from every evil set us free. 

Thy loving-kindness glows for all alike, 
And saint and reprobate may equal be. 



THE END 

For even in sleep the body, zvrapt in ease, 
Supinely lies, as in the peaceful grave, 
And, wanting nothing, nothing can it crave. 

Were that sound sleep eternal it zuere death. 
— Lucretius (Dryden). 



THE END 



I 



In worlds afar await, at Creed's behest, 
Torture and balm for reprobate and blest. 

Eternal life the Prophet's Word assures, 
An elder teacher soothes to endless rest. 



II 

Allah's abounding love to Israel shown 
Showered gifts unstinted — worldly gifts alone. 

Why, if eternal life might be their meed, 
Should He withhold the promise from His own 



III 

Alike to those who joy and those who weep 
Soothing and grateful comes the balm of sleep. 

Eager to greet an hour of Life's surcease, 
Why shrink from slumber calm, prolonged and 
deep? 



IV 

In vain with tireless vigil in the skies 
I seek the realms of Hell and Paradise. 

Nirvana murmureth, 'Thou art of Earth, 
Whose smallest atom ne'er shall fall nor rise.' 



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The veil that masks the mystery none hath passed. 
Strive as thou shalt to rise Earth holds thee fast. 

The turbid streamlet sinks to greedy mold, 
And this, thy first abode, shall be thy last. 



VI 

When to us comes the night of life's spent day 
My body in the potter's mound of clay 

And thine, love, worthy of a nobler couch, 
Within the garden's bosom shall they lay. 



VII 

When age on age the heavy years shall roll 
And of my tainted dust they mold a bowl, 
Come thou, thine essence to pure wine trans- 
formed, 
Ensaturate my frame and be my soul ! 

VIII 

A little time, we shall have run our race. 
Of us there shall remain nor name nor trace. 
Eons unnumbered shall the world roll on, 
Oblivion hide our pride and our disgrace. 



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IX 

At my last hour may none be heard to say, 
" Me hath he wronged !" and one, " He smoothed 
my way." 
May those to whom I bared my yearning soul 
My name revere. So Peace shall close my day. 



San Jose, California, July W, 1908. 



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